Help me to wash my hands

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I could travel down
to that old piece of land
out where I find my own
and I can understand
sometimes this crazy world
gets under all I am
that’s when I pray dear Lord
help me to wash my hands

I’m gonna go my baby
before I change my mind
people I know won’t save me
from all the tears I’ve cried
but you should know my baby
I’m gonna find my plan
back where the Lord can save me
I’m gonna wash my hands

so many children cryin’
nobody cares no more
brothers are fussin’ fightin’
somebody else’s war
askin’ the Lord to save me
I know he understands
don’t let this old world change me
help me to wash my hands ©

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For the ones holdin’ on

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It’s bound to get better
for the ones holdin’ on
but I’ll never forget
all the ones dead and gone
on the road with a letter
folded up in my jeans
tellin’ me it gets better
on the roads yet to be

and it’s bound to get better
there’s a God up above
askin’ me when’s the time
I’ll start showin’ more love
on the road with a letter
tellin’ me to remember
that its bound to get better
for the ones holdin’ on

and it’s bound to get better
for the ones holdin’ on
to the folded up letters
with
 the words of a song
and our voices together
we can sing it forever
and it’s bound to get better
for the ones holdin’ on©

The fleeting whisper of the woods

 

I woke up this morning
with thoughts of changing ways

in bitter tongues I spoke the words
I’ve never longed to say

inside the mind that makes it up 
my better angels sleep in bed
awake to speak “another’s gone”
they found my cousin layin’ dead

You know I never saw myself
as anything but livin’
to
tell the truth without them
life could never be the
 same
I walked on by on nights
that kept me hidden from their sadness
now I’m just
 one
without the ones who share my name


And I’m alone inside my head

just singing songs without a band
I know the kids who crashed and burned
the ones we’ve buried with our hands
I know a special little girl
that should’ve
 brought tomorrows smiles
my
hurt was lost out in those woods
and I ride dirt for miles and miles ©

Don’t EVER feel all alone.

One thing that’s dope, realization faith based placation like “hold on,be strong…& one step closer, narrowing the gap…one without baseball bats,but gats held by big skerred chillins.. hittin’  home runs, all fuckin day, no lights, been jacked. What rights give inspiration UN remembering GODS people?
I wanna remind you, In this time of struggle, stolen or elusive unrealistic dreams…. Feel neglected, feel let down. Please, feel unrest with gluttony, like here in front is where we would be, slam fuckin boots, you & me. Deficits defy our youth,filled with want. While eluding undiluted truth amid divided lines, freedoms spirit, representation of all but proof.
You misuse our America, disrupting REAL winners, while grinning sinners begin to get within…a mutha fucka, a cat that’s just too tired.
They misuse our unity, we trust in UN just, mother fuckers don’t deserve…
Our  drop deposited souls in 33rd, on a street named division, tear drops amass 1 half…the future cement.
NEWT circumvents WE. Division of our souls, without FDIC by a cast of dummys, aggregate called our dreams, while Lajuan lost his brother  divided by schemes. So fucking meaningless…For illusions of money.

They call it the “US”…amiss to forget… Is that how they do?Synonymous like trust, equiponderate to OUR love & companionship? Equal to like ME & YOU… US, same exact shit?? that name is …sorry, made immoral by these assholes petulantce. 

Feel abused and unthought of by hollow political  greed. But

Don’t inflict self injuries, not for them…

Don’t feel by yourself.

Driven by the livin  given by magazines… pvc misinterpretations in tragic “beauty” queens. Like feeding dreams to be a part of a scene nicer or better…than you & me. Don’t unlove You.

Refuse to dismantle  every pay stub or fear… of a parent beside them, self choked by her fear. Gave birth, epidermis now clammy & pale… turn sadness to gladness . Mom or daddy exhailed… without ease,  photosynthesized by solid gold criticized by dominoes effected by the players, diseased by purveyors of Babylons greed.

Don’t look down, refuse to
submit, keep you, keep what we got, un amid politicians invisible bullshit.

But please, In ugly times without the rhymes…

DO NOT EVER FEEL ALL ALONE!
. Not In this, we are beautiful, you are absolutely… Just fine..

but don’t feel ashamed & alone

While more tears drop,unrest develops…

Sam’s’ cops need rabies shots fighting  righteous pilots… of lil bigs like the good peeps in this nation. Even lead laced sleeping beauties, resort to the violence…Please survive its temptation…. more from head, thoughts of real gold… GODS LOVE preservation …Its them, don’t demean them…I look in your mirror, and I just love you, outta bed, broke of the money that tears it apart at the seam, if your feeling worthless,

UNDO,

Still dream of freedom,turn love anew..good needs preservation, in myself, Inside You.  1love!  ©